Lord, give up! Madam has too many vests

Chapter 315

In Si Chu's office, the cold light from the 65-inch LCD screen reflected on Si Chu's gloomy face.

His long, slender fingers held an unlit cigar, his knuckles turning white from the force. When Yan Lan calmly announced on the screen, "I am Ou Shen," the cigar snapped in two with a "crack."

"This is outrageous!"

Si Chu slammed the half-smoked cigar against the wall, leaving glaring marks on the beige wallpaper from the dark brown tobacco.

He turned to look at the stunned Yan Feng, his eyes narrowing into a dangerous arc, gleaming with a cold, serpentine light.

"Yan Feng, take a good look. Is this the good daughter you've raised for eighteen years?"

Yan Feng stood there, looking uneasy, wiping the sweat from his forehead repeatedly.

"Secretary-General Si, I really didn't know!"

Is she lying?

How could she possibly be the Goddess of Europe!

Yan Feng could hardly believe what had just happened.

He tried hard to recall, but Yan Lanji was only average. As far as he knew, he didn't even have a driver's license. How could he be God Ou?

Could it be that she inherited it from her mother?

That woman is quite a genius; she seems to know a little bit about everything…

"have no idea?

Si Chu sneered and lit another cigar.

"Top international designers are right under your nose."

He suddenly sprang up and grabbed Yan Feng's tie.

"Do you know how much money we've lost? A billion on the racetrack, and today's cooperation is worth tens of billions!"

Yan Lan's statement ruined everything.

"I have an idea!"

Yan Feng's voice became high-pitched due to urgency.

"The country has laws for compulsory expropriation! As long as the government intervenes, Qinqi belongs to the state!"

That brat... no, Yan Lan also has to design cars for Diqi!

His bloodshot eyes gleamed with greed, as if he could already see billions of dollars in profits dancing before his eyes.

Si Chu pondered for a moment,

"But what if the top officer finds out about this..."

"They don't even know the top official! This is hundreds of billions, if it goes through..."

"Go and call the people from the automotive industry department over,"

Si Chugang finished speaking.

The office door was suddenly pushed open, and the top officer strode in.

The gray Zhongshan suit accentuated the man's upright posture, and his sharp gaze swept over the two men.

"Si Chu, immediately halt the acquisition of Qin Motors..."

Upon seeing the person who arrived, Si Chu abruptly stood up. "Uncle!"

His voice held an unusual urgency, and his amber pupils contracted slightly.

The First Commander stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, the afterglow of the setting sun casting a golden edge on his few streaks of gray in his temples. He slowly turned around, a section of snow-white shirt peeking out from the cuff of his dark blue Zhongshan suit, the antique sandalwood bracelet on his wrist swaying gently with his movement.

"I know the whole story."

The First Officer's voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet it carried an undeniable authority.

He walked to his desk, tapping the surface with his strong fingers.

"Ou Shen's design and KING's driving skills are both top-notch talents that the country urgently needs."

Si Chu's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and a strand of her carefully styled hair fell across her forehead.

“Ah Chu, ah…”

The first officer sighed and walked up to him, patting him on the shoulder. Si Chu smelled the familiar scent of medicine on his elder.

"I have no children of my own, so I've always raised you as my heir."

The First Officer's palm was warm and thick.

"But you must remember, a true leader must have the magnanimity to tolerate others, and even more importantly, a long-term vision."

Si Chu lowered his eyes, concealing the turbulent emotions within. After a moment, he slowly exhaled, and when he looked up again, his face had regained its usual refined elegance.

"I understand, Uncle. I will immediately halt the Qinqi acquisition."

"very good."

The first officer nodded in satisfaction.

Si Chu stood there, watching his old superior's figure disappear through the office door.

Si Chu's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile—this game was far from over, it had just been played in a different way.

By this time, the Qinqi reception had already ended.

The tense atmosphere in the air did not dissipate.

Shen Yunzhong's face was contorted with rage.

"You all planned this all along, didn't you? You're making a fool of me!"

Qin Shi stood there, a cold, stern shadow cast on his sharply defined profile.

"Who's playing whom?"

He pulled a document from his inner pocket and threw it in front of Shen Yunzhong.

"Do you need me to read it to you? The DNA test report."

The moment the documents scattered, Shen Yunzhong felt as if struck by lightning. He staggered back two steps, a few strands of gray hair falling from his carefully styled hair: "You...when did you find out...?"

Qin Shi's voice was as cold as ice.

When I was in the first year of junior high school, on my mother's birthday, there was a lipstick stain on your shirt collar.

He approached slowly, each step feeling like it was treading on Shen Yunzhong's heart. "If it weren't for my mother's heart condition, I would have told her long ago."